Thursday, 23 May 2013

I had a photo where John Lennon may have stood

After our trip to the Palm House a few weeks ago (yes it has taken me THAT long to write this...) we drove past John Lennon's childhood home. This then turned into a bit of a whistlestop Beatles tour around the area, where we were racing to get pictures of each landmark before the Magical Mystery Tour bus and a few Beatles tour taxis caught us up with their crowds of camera-wielding tourists jostling to pose in front of Penny Lane and Ringo's house.

I think the thing I love most about visiting some of these well known Beatles sights is the sheer volume of graffiti declaring visitors' love for the band. There's more and more of it every time I visit, and I'm sure most of the people who write messages or their names weren't even born when the Beatles were at their peak. It astounds me how one band can be so influential and still attract such an incredible following decades after they stopped making music. I really can't imagine the same happening in 40 years time with any bands that are in the charts today, however popular they might be right now. And judging by the amount of people jumping off the tour bus outside Lennon's childhood home, Beatlemania doesn't look like its set to end any time soon.

Graffiti at places like this annoys me massively! WHAT is the point of it!? In the Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris, they've had to put perspex around Oscar Wilde's grave to prevent people defacing it. Crazy! I suppose it is cool to see how much people still love The Beatles though...! Glad you had a lovely time pickle. xx

I see what you mean- I'm not usually a fan of graffiti (and graffiti on Oscar Wilde's grave is just totally unnecessary and disrespectful) but I do love how much love you can see for the Beatles displayed all over these walls!

Hi there! I'm Kaz. 24 going on 15. I live in Leeds but a big part of my heart lives just across the Mersey from Liverpool. Welcome to my little world, mostly filled with my adventures, lots of cake and sunshine-filled daydreams.